There are so many in the world who suffer
Whose lives are broken, bitter, rougher
Who are forced to grow up quicker, tougher
They aren't just in the ghetto
They aren't just in the boonies
They are all around
like oxygen
All these people trying to begin
again
And maybe if we could unplug our earbuds for a minute
and plug them into their hearts
we would listen
and we would know
and we could hug
and we could donate our shoulders
and our hands to hold
To people who suffer, the young and the old
Then they wouldn't feel so lonely,
Cuz they would hear our hearts too
and we could sit on park benches and know it was true.